Quotes by : Nicholas Eames

Despite this, his prejudice against helmets remained unchanged. You had your pride, Ganelon had told....

How do I look?" he asked.Barret grinned. "Old."Moog glanced over appraisingly. "Tired."Gabriel snorted....

Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand...""Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.

As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they....

You should write a book," Matrick suggested.Kit snorted. "Who wants to read the self-pitying lamentations....

(...) Clay knew better. He and Gabriel had been friends for thirty-five years, and Gabe had been talking....

He considered going for his hammer, which lay just out of reach, or maybe diving for Ganelon instead,....